FALL FROM GRACE

Tentatively popping the wine cork, I was grateful when my boyfriend, Samuel Ford, 24, took over the pouring duties for me.

‘I’ve always been a bit clumsy and you’ve got white carpets!’ I explained with a laugh.

Samuel smiled and leaned in to give me a kiss.

‘You’re too beautiful to be clumsy,’ he told me, sitting back down on the sofa and handing me a large glass of red wine.

‘Right, where were we?’ I asked, leaning back and settling into my story.

I’d been confiding in him about my struggles with anxiety and depression, and although we’d been talking all night, there was still so much more to say.

I’d never felt able to talk